Night at the Museum
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Title: Night at the Museum
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warning: Slightly dub-con
Summary: Jack and Martha spend some time in a museum after hours with pleasurable results.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: An unexpected plot bunny bit me and produced this somewhat kinky fic.
Beta: fourzoas
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Martha and Jack listened to the receding footsteps of the security guard, waited until they heard the door being locked, then stepped noiselessly from their hiding place.
"So, are you going to tell me why we're in a Victorian Museum after hours?" Martha asked, her voice still full of the puzzlement she'd expressed earlier when he'd refused to be drawn on why they were there, or why he'd wanted her to wear a skirt rather than her usual jeans.
"I'll do better than that: I'll show you," Jack answered, his hand sliding into hers unerringly in the dark. "Come on." He tugged gently at her hand and she followed him, half amused and half exasperated by his continued cryptic remarks.
He led her deeper into the building, past all the rooms that the public toured by day - which they'd already seen earlier, having arrived while the Museum was still open - towards the various storerooms at the back.
"In here," Jack said, opening a door and ushering Martha through.
She stared around at the various shelves and cabinets which held all manner of objects: soft toys and tin automata, carved ivory figures, porcelain dolls, and wind-up toys which seemed almost menacing in their immobile state. The toys looked innocuous enough, but she had enough experience not to let appearances deceive her on that score, and she wondered if Jack had found something that needed to be dealt with.
Jack turned on the lights, and she threw up a hand to shield her eyes, which had become used to the darkness during their wait.
"Jack!" she remonstrated. "A little warning would have been nice." The glare was insistent and slightly painful.
"Sorry," he said, perfunctorily. "I just thought you'd prefer not to skulk in the shadows." He took her hand and led her towards a distant corner of the room where a large rocking horse, the size of a pony, reared up in a realistic fashion. It was painted jet black and heavily lacquered, and the tail and mane were made with real horsehair.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jack asked, speaking softly as he stood beside her.
"It's very realistic," Martha answered.
"I want you to ride it," he said.
She laughed, then realised he was perfectly serious. "Why?"
"The horse isn't everything it seems," he answered. Catching her worried expression, he added "It's okay, it's not alien and it's not going to suddenly spring into life. But there's more to it than immediately meets the eye."
She shook her head in puzzlement. "Okay.
Steadying the horse with one hand, Jack took her left hand in his other hand and helped her to climb up into the saddle.
"Now put your feet in the stirrups and take hold of the reins," he told her.
"Jack, I have ridden a horse before," she admonished.
"Not like this one," he answered, then took his hand from the horse.
It rocked gently beneath her weight, a couple of inches forward, then a couple of inches back. "Did you see the hole in the saddle?" he asked, stopping the horse's movement for the moment.
She shifted back slightly and looked down. "I hadn't seen it," she admitted as she moved back into her original position.
Grinning, Jack gave the horse's rump a push and it rocked forward again, but this time with a little more force than when she'd first mounted it. As it rocked forward and she bent slightly over its neck, an oiled wooden phallus slid up from the hole to nudge between her parted legs and pushed up against her knickers, pressing the smooth silk against the lips of her pussy.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, her head snapping up, and the horse rocked back before the phallus could penetrate her.
Jack caught the horse and holding it still, asked, "Wasn't that a surprise?"
"Hell yes!" she admitted.
"A nice one?" he asked, grinning again.
Martha nodded, aware of the heat in her cheeks, and the arousal that was beginning to tingle through her body.
"You'll enjoy it more if you take off your knickers," he said.
She glanced down at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, and the outline of his erection pressing against the front of his trousers.
"You're a perv," she said calmly, then climbed back down off the horse and lifted her skirt. She gave Jack an expectant look, and his grin widened as he knelt in front of her and pulled her knickers down, tucking them into his trouser pocket, then helping her back up onto the horse again.
"Ride a cock horse, my fine lady!" he said, giving considerable emphasis to the third word as he shoved the horse firmly enough that it rocked forwards, pushing the phallus into her bared pussy, then reared back so that it slipped back out. A second penetration followed, then a third, but each one was shallower as the horse slowed down again.
Jack let the horse come to a rest of its own accord, standing back a little with his arms folded to enjoy Martha's reaction.
"Okay?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, but I want more."
He grinned. "Knew you would. Okay then, at a canter," he said, and gave the horse another push. It rocked, back and forth, back and forth, the phallus slipping in and out of her again and again. She gasped and tightened her muscles, but with each movement the horse got slower and the penetrations shallower, until it finally came to a halt again.
"Come on Jack; push me harder," Martha commanded.
"Not just yet," he answered. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on her face as he undressed himself, and she sighed when she saw how hard he was.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt him mount the horse behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her back to his broad chest. With a thrust of his hips against hers he started the horse gently rocking once more, his hands going under her skirt to stroke her thighs.
Martha leant her body back against Jack's, wanting to set the horse rocking more vigorously so that the phallus would penetrate her more deeply, but for the moment he denied her. His hands travelled down the front of her shirt, slowly unfastening the buttons, then peeling it from her shoulders and tossing it aside. He cupped her bare breasts in his hands, thumbing the nipples as he held her close, and brought his face alongside hers to kiss her ear as he began to rock the horse faster. The wooden phallus felt larger inside her now, and the horse somehow seemed alive.
Although they had started at a canter they were now breaking into a gallop as Jack leaned back, his extra weight giving the horse more force as it rocked beneath them. After a while he pulled Martha's head back onto his shoulder, kissing her neck and lapping at her ear as the horse reared high, then let his added weight drive the horse forward harder and lower. The phallus pummelled into her now as his right hand dropped from her breast to tease her clit, and she gasped as the horse dipped low, slamming her onto the wooden cock.
Jack began to lick her neck and whisper in her ear, urging her on, as he galloped her to an intense orgasm. Martha moaned in time with the rocking motion and tossed her head as she felt his hard cock slipping up and down her back, smearing it with his sticky juices.
"I'm going to come," he warned her, his breath hot against her cheek. "I'm going to come all over your back."
"Do it!" Martha begged, his promise making her shudder; she felt him hold her tighter still, as tight as her pussy now gripped the phallus, and a cry escaped from deep inside her as his body stiffened, trembled. He was hard and hot and wet against her, and the phallus slid in and out more slowly, then slower still, until the horse stopped and the phallus slipped back out of her body. She couldn't help moaning at its loss, even as her limbs trembled with the force of her intense orgasm.
"Did you enjoy that?" Jack asked, kissing her neck again.
"Yes," she gasped.
"I thought you would." He sounded very satisfied as he slipped off the horse, then helped her down, holding her steady when she threatened to lose her balance.
He led her over to the other corner of the room where a sleeping bag was spread out on the floor. There was also a large bag, the contents of which Martha couldn't guess at.
"Hang on a minute," Jack said, rummaging in the bag, then pulling out a towel. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit, shall we?"
Martha was surprised, but not ungrateful, to discover the towel was damp, and she allowed him to clean her back. He then removed her skirt and gestured at the sleeping bag.
"Lie down, on your back." She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Please?"
"How long have you been planning this?" she asked, sitting down, then lying back as he'd requested.
"A few days," he admitted.
"Sneaky," she said, then gaped a little as he stretched out on the floor, his head between her legs.
"Always," he answered, before bringing his mouth down to her pussy, and Martha moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair, even as she wondered what else he had planned.
Title: Night at the Museum
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warning: Slightly dub-con
Summary: Jack and Martha spend some time in a museum after hours with pleasurable results.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: An unexpected plot bunny bit me and produced this somewhat kinky fic.
Beta: fourzoas
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Martha and Jack listened to the receding footsteps of the security guard, waited until they heard the door being locked, then stepped noiselessly from their hiding place.
"So, are you going to tell me why we're in a Victorian Museum after hours?" Martha asked, her voice still full of the puzzlement she'd expressed earlier when he'd refused to be drawn on why they were there, or why he'd wanted her to wear a skirt rather than her usual jeans.
"I'll do better than that: I'll show you," Jack answered, his hand sliding into hers unerringly in the dark. "Come on." He tugged gently at her hand and she followed him, half amused and half exasperated by his continued cryptic remarks.
He led her deeper into the building, past all the rooms that the public toured by day - which they'd already seen earlier, having arrived while the Museum was still open - towards the various storerooms at the back.
"In here," Jack said, opening a door and ushering Martha through.
She stared around at the various shelves and cabinets which held all manner of objects: soft toys and tin automata, carved ivory figures, porcelain dolls, and wind-up toys which seemed almost menacing in their immobile state. The toys looked innocuous enough, but she had enough experience not to let appearances deceive her on that score, and she wondered if Jack had found something that needed to be dealt with.
Jack turned on the lights, and she threw up a hand to shield her eyes, which had become used to the darkness during their wait.
"Jack!" she remonstrated. "A little warning would have been nice." The glare was insistent and slightly painful.
"Sorry," he said, perfunctorily. "I just thought you'd prefer not to skulk in the shadows." He took her hand and led her towards a distant corner of the room where a large rocking horse, the size of a pony, reared up in a realistic fashion. It was painted jet black and heavily lacquered, and the tail and mane were made with real horsehair.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jack asked, speaking softly as he stood beside her.
"It's very realistic," Martha answered.
"I want you to ride it," he said.
She laughed, then realised he was perfectly serious. "Why?"
"The horse isn't everything it seems," he answered. Catching her worried expression, he added "It's okay, it's not alien and it's not going to suddenly spring into life. But there's more to it than immediately meets the eye."
She shook her head in puzzlement. "Okay.
Steadying the horse with one hand, Jack took her left hand in his other hand and helped her to climb up into the saddle.
"Now put your feet in the stirrups and take hold of the reins," he told her.
"Jack, I have ridden a horse before," she admonished.
"Not like this one," he answered, then took his hand from the horse.
It rocked gently beneath her weight, a couple of inches forward, then a couple of inches back. "Did you see the hole in the saddle?" he asked, stopping the horse's movement for the moment.
She shifted back slightly and looked down. "I hadn't seen it," she admitted as she moved back into her original position.
Grinning, Jack gave the horse's rump a push and it rocked forward again, but this time with a little more force than when she'd first mounted it. As it rocked forward and she bent slightly over its neck, an oiled wooden phallus slid up from the hole to nudge between her parted legs and pushed up against her knickers, pressing the smooth silk against the lips of her pussy.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, her head snapping up, and the horse rocked back before the phallus could penetrate her.
Jack caught the horse and holding it still, asked, "Wasn't that a surprise?"
"Hell yes!" she admitted.
"A nice one?" he asked, grinning again.
Martha nodded, aware of the heat in her cheeks, and the arousal that was beginning to tingle through her body.
"You'll enjoy it more if you take off your knickers," he said.
She glanced down at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, and the outline of his erection pressing against the front of his trousers.
"You're a perv," she said calmly, then climbed back down off the horse and lifted her skirt. She gave Jack an expectant look, and his grin widened as he knelt in front of her and pulled her knickers down, tucking them into his trouser pocket, then helping her back up onto the horse again.
"Ride a cock horse, my fine lady!" he said, giving considerable emphasis to the third word as he shoved the horse firmly enough that it rocked forwards, pushing the phallus into her bared pussy, then reared back so that it slipped back out. A second penetration followed, then a third, but each one was shallower as the horse slowed down again.
Jack let the horse come to a rest of its own accord, standing back a little with his arms folded to enjoy Martha's reaction.
"Okay?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, but I want more."
He grinned. "Knew you would. Okay then, at a canter," he said, and gave the horse another push. It rocked, back and forth, back and forth, the phallus slipping in and out of her again and again. She gasped and tightened her muscles, but with each movement the horse got slower and the penetrations shallower, until it finally came to a halt again.
"Come on Jack; push me harder," Martha commanded.
"Not just yet," he answered. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on her face as he undressed himself, and she sighed when she saw how hard he was.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt him mount the horse behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her back to his broad chest. With a thrust of his hips against hers he started the horse gently rocking once more, his hands going under her skirt to stroke her thighs.
Martha leant her body back against Jack's, wanting to set the horse rocking more vigorously so that the phallus would penetrate her more deeply, but for the moment he denied her. His hands travelled down the front of her shirt, slowly unfastening the buttons, then peeling it from her shoulders and tossing it aside. He cupped her bare breasts in his hands, thumbing the nipples as he held her close, and brought his face alongside hers to kiss her ear as he began to rock the horse faster. The wooden phallus felt larger inside her now, and the horse somehow seemed alive.
Although they had started at a canter they were now breaking into a gallop as Jack leaned back, his extra weight giving the horse more force as it rocked beneath them. After a while he pulled Martha's head back onto his shoulder, kissing her neck and lapping at her ear as the horse reared high, then let his added weight drive the horse forward harder and lower. The phallus pummelled into her now as his right hand dropped from her breast to tease her clit, and she gasped as the horse dipped low, slamming her onto the wooden cock.
Jack began to lick her neck and whisper in her ear, urging her on, as he galloped her to an intense orgasm. Martha moaned in time with the rocking motion and tossed her head as she felt his hard cock slipping up and down her back, smearing it with his sticky juices.
"I'm going to come," he warned her, his breath hot against her cheek. "I'm going to come all over your back."
"Do it!" Martha begged, his promise making her shudder; she felt him hold her tighter still, as tight as her pussy now gripped the phallus, and a cry escaped from deep inside her as his body stiffened, trembled. He was hard and hot and wet against her, and the phallus slid in and out more slowly, then slower still, until the horse stopped and the phallus slipped back out of her body. She couldn't help moaning at its loss, even as her limbs trembled with the force of her intense orgasm.
"Did you enjoy that?" Jack asked, kissing her neck again.
"Yes," she gasped.
"I thought you would." He sounded very satisfied as he slipped off the horse, then helped her down, holding her steady when she threatened to lose her balance.
He led her over to the other corner of the room where a sleeping bag was spread out on the floor. There was also a large bag, the contents of which Martha couldn't guess at.
"Hang on a minute," Jack said, rummaging in the bag, then pulling out a towel. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit, shall we?"
Martha was surprised, but not ungrateful, to discover the towel was damp, and she allowed him to clean her back. He then removed her skirt and gestured at the sleeping bag.
"Lie down, on your back." She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Please?"
"How long have you been planning this?" she asked, sitting down, then lying back as he'd requested.
"A few days," he admitted.
"Sneaky," she said, then gaped a little as he stretched out on the floor, his head between her legs.
"Always," he answered, before bringing his mouth down to her pussy, and Martha moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair, even as she wondered what else he had planned.